Happiness in a small package

by Solitary Writer
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I don’t recall who said it or if it was said over the phone but we both knew. She was expecting and we were happy about it in spite of all the fighting we had been doing. It was a small miracle that she was able to carry you for even a month. It is now five plus weeks along and you are still hanging in there. You must be mine considering how stubborn I am and how much I refuse to give up without a fight on most things.

I have two beautiful children already. They may have been the best thing that came out of my first marriage, to be honest. I am proud of them as much as any father could be. I am also very much “dad” for my girlfriends three beautiful girls (or as much as they want me to be) and I am equally proud of them. I’ve seen all five of those children grow and become amazing young adults over the course of my life, thus far.

I’ve been married twice and was convinced I didn’t deserve a third chance to screw up someone else’s life. I also wanted more kids when I was with my second wife but we could not figure out how to be a good couple and the thought of kids at the time wasn’t an option. You see, Bean, I used to have to prove my point or have my say in things no matter what it cost me. Now though, I think those urges to be right or at least heard aren’t as important.

Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/ulleo-1834854/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=3119747">Ulrike Leone</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=3119747">Pixabay</a>

Right now, Bean, I am laying in bed with your mother, comfortably asleep beside me. She seems tired and has been tiring out quite a lot, but she is happy for the first time in a long time, I think. The kids seem to agree although they are as always, teenagers and skeptics about everything. I worry about them a little. But, things will work themselves out even if I stop trying to force them to. This Saturday you’re six weeks old. According to The Bump, you;re the size of a Sweet Pea and your mother has sore boobs. I offered to rub them but she laughed and went to sleep. *shrug*

Lesson learned – never force a round peg into a square hole. It never works out for the peg ( or the hole for that matter).

Good night Bean. Sleep well, grow big and know we love you!

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